“Y-you and… Ha-Hattori…?” Hakuba swallowed hard, the color in his face slowly draining as he contemplated the implications therein. “Ah.. god, I… I ah… that isn’t… I…”

He swayed where he stood, lifting a hand to run through his hair, then rub at the back of his neck. Things weren’t adding up, though, as frighteningly realistic as Kid’s acting was. Hakuba let out a slow breath.

“Just how long were we out and about, anyway? I mean, not that I don’t have the stamina, but that certainly seems like quite a /lot/ of physical exertion with /that/ much alcohol. And given the limits on the human body… ” Hakuba glanced up at Kid warily, brow raising, even over his weary face. “You wouldn’t be /lying/ to me now, would you? You and Hattori in some horribly cruel, ill-conceived practical joke at my expense?”